deze ochtend in chateau Lebbercherrie, want ik had geen enkele cartoon publiceersklaar. Er moest ook nog naar de winkel gegaan worden, eten gemaakt worden en een MDF plaat in de Brico opgehaald worden.Dus heb ik snel snel een nieuwe mysteries van het leven gemaakt over een onderwerp dat elke man en vrouw wel zal herkennen. Ik moet er niks bij uitleggen. Omdat ik mij echter lichtjes schuldig voelde over het haastwerk en ondermaatse tekenwerk, heb ik één van mijn beste tekeningen van de laatse maanden toegevoegd. Ik doop haar Chocolade, omdat ze zo zalig glimlacht, alsof ze net een lekker stuk chocolade in haar mond heeft gestopt.
Groetjes, de Lebber.
Translation: mysteries of life part 5. "Honey, what's wrong?" "NOTHING!!!" (extra drawing included to make up for sloppy work)
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Niettegenstaande je haast en spoed (ik dacht al, waar blijft hij...), vind ik deze mysteries érg goed. Zo echt, zo waar zo 'real'...
Wat die andere tekening betreft: blijf van de custard, Lebje...
hihihihahaha hoewaargh reutel scheet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there is some bad custard going round. Stay off of the brown custard!" Thanks, oh rochelende ende schetende vinz. Vind ge ze niet schoon misschien mijn tekening?
Not to worry, the custard hasn't made it to California yet.
This mystery I have figured out. Can't you men understand? She was upset by how he left the toilet seat up, two years ago. Pishhhhh, this one is easy!
I always figured it is a sign of courtesy to leave the toilet seat up. It is saying: "I care for your comfort, and to avoid wet buttocks (as men have a seriously bad aim, but then again, if the gun's crooked, you try and shoot in a straight line in the morning. Seriously, talk about higher mathematics for jet pilots on trajectory lines. Oh, and don't forget the ever changing pressure. Ever had a gun who trickles the last bullets?) I've put up the toilet seat before using the toilet." And as we men are always obliged to put the toilet seat up for you ladies, it is only a small sign of gratitude for you ladies to use the two hands your father and mother gave you, and do the same movement we men have to do, but in the other direction. Simple. There is no flaw in my logic. The toilet seat war has always been fought by women with no arguments, and sadly, mostly won, because men tend to be more docile, and in order to maintain oeace will give in. Me on the other hand,... never thought I had to say so much on the subject.
Vind wel mooi hoor, oh koeienmaag (Leb), maar een custardwaarschuwing kan nooit kwaad ;)
is waar, is waar, raar maar waar.
I almost exhausted myself reading your tirade on toilet seats. Obviously I hit a nerve. My deepest apologies.
No need to apologise, it was all in good tongue-in-cheeck humour. Although I made some valid points.
Lebber, as from now, you're officially one of my idols!! Never thought there'd come a time when someone on this globe would hold the same views on the toilet seat issue as I .. eh ... hold.
What are your views on toothbrushes, I wonder? Bedclothing? Leaving the door half open? Pet cemeteries? Goedele? Elaborate!
sigh... the life of the opinionated...
Tootbrushes? The harder the better, and the simpeler the better. I don't need no stinking etra rotating brushes, I do the brushing manually.
Bedclothing? What is that?
Leaving the door half open? Close 'em or shut 'em, but do make up your mind.
Pet cemetaries? The back yard of my dad's little farm is a whole mass grave of critters small and large. All unnamed graves. The way it was intended.
Goedele? Nice woman, but I don't need to see her every day, and she can keep her magazine. I think I can handle being in her company in a café, but don't make me watch her shows. Little known fact about Goedele: she lives in the same street as my parents in law.
See I thought for sure you would be one of those "extra feature" tooth brush folks.
What is your feeling about sharing household chores? Any favorites?
Well, I'm about as new as "the new man" can get. I cook, I iron, I vaccum, I clean dishes, change diapers, you name it. But I have to say: my dear wife has to remind of all those things that have to be done, and she does a lot more of them. But I like to iron.
On the other hand, there wouldn't be a need to put the seat up or down if men just aimed between it...
OK, I'll try that!
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